Page 46 of High Hopes

“Yes, Dad. I promise I’m getting enough rest,” I fib, knowing the alternative would only make him worry more. “And I’m trying not to let things get to me.”

“Good. Your ol’ noggin’s been through enough.”

I shift, pulling the blanket tighter around me. “I know, and I’m being careful, I promise. I have someone helping me out with the fellowship stuff, which has been a huge relief.”

“I know you’ll do great, kiddo. But listen, Bridgie . . . if for some reason it doesn’t go the way we want—and I have faith it will,” he adds quickly, “but if it doesn’t, maybe I can pick up some more shifts at the warehouse. It’d be no trouble, just a few extra hours here and there, and—”

“Dad, seriously. Don’t worry about it.” I swallow, guilt pooling in my chest like a slow drip. “You’re already doing so much. Besides, this is on me. I’ll make it work, okay?”

He sighs, long and heavy. “You’re somethin’ else, Bridge. Just know we’re all rooting for you.”

I smile at that, wondering exactly who “all” is. The guys from work, maybe? I can picture them, a bunch of warehouse workers in grease-stained caps and steel-toed boots, asking him every now and then, “How’s your girl doin’ with that fancy art stuff?”

“Thanks, Dad.” I smile, blinking back a sudden sting in my eyes. “I’ll keep you updated, okay?”

“Deal. Now, get some rest. Love ya, kid.”

“Love you, too.”

After I hang up, I want nothing more than to roll over, bury myself in blankets, and fall back asleep for the rest of the day. But duty calls. Life doesn’t slow down just because my head’s aching and my bed’s warm.

I groan softly, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and taking a moment to steady myself. Then, I shoot off a quick text to Liam.

Birdie

how’s the hangover?

Liam

alcohol level’s fine. social battery’s depleted

Birdie

aw, poor little bloodsucker

Liam

I have glitter in my hair, by the way

Birdie

lol I hope you know that’s gonna be there forever

Liam

good. now I can look nice for my parents on friday night. they’re making me go to the Montrose opening instead of our usual dinner

Is he serious? The soft opening of the new gallery downtown. The one I’ve been counting down the days for. It’s exclusive, invite-only. I should’ve known Liam would have an in.

Birdie

I’m so jealous

Liam

you wanna come?

Birdie

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